Baby Z turned 16 months on the 17th.  For 16 months, she’s had one thing to drink.

Milk.  Specifically, my milk.

I’ve mentioned before that I’m not into breastfeeding, even after all these kids, it still just isn’t for me.  Pumping wasn’t really that great, but the benefits were there.  Milk for her, weight loss for me.  By putting Milk first in the sentence, I’m hoping you will think I pumped mainly for her.

I generally pump milk for a full year, ending up at 3 times a day for the last 3-4 months.  This time, I ended at 11 months.  It just wasn’t working anymore.

And now looking at this sad little bag, a tiny part of me wishes I had lasted a bit longer.

Then I remember how shitty December was, (shingles?!!) and I know stopping in November was the smart thing to do.

I guess I’ll be stopping to get some Organic whole milk tomorrow.